Say Manure! That Will Stick!
They are killing the police,
Over dog urinations.
That is the latest commentary,
To depict a nation...
Fed on fantasy and degradation.
But of course this influence,
Has had its beginnings dipped...
In a lack of strict discipline.
When it was believed that sparing the rod,
Would not produce thoughtless and reckless
Children who grew...
To be caring women and men!
Who knew?
Did you?
Folks worship their pets,
First,
Then God next.
Scurring off to grooming shows...
Spending tons of money,
Just to see an animal strike a human pose.
To get a ribbon or a trophy bestowed.
To say today folks are sick,
With priorities of nonsense...
At the top of their list.
Doesn't need the brilliance of a poet,
To sit and write about it.
Although it aids the creative mind with a 'lift'!
This madness is all over the place.
And one does not need to rely on brilliance...
To unmistakably know this,
This...
I'm seeking the right word!
'Say manure!
That will stick! '
I think you're right!
And one does not need to rely on brilliance...
To unmistakably know,
This 'manure' exists!
With a stench that pollutes a senselessness,
That affects with a seriousness every continent.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The most ordinary word, when put into place, suddenly acquires brilliance. That is the brilliance with which your images must shine.
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We have magnificent brains, but we use a great deal of our brilliance to keep ourselves stuck and ignorant, to keep ourselves from not shining. We are so afraid of our beauty and radiance and brilliance because it scared the adults around us when we were children.
quote by Patricia Sun
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What Had Been Frivolous Priorities
Times and people change.
Even those who have passed judgement on others.
And it must be difficult for these folks to now make claims,
They have had amnesia for decades...
As they delivered their misdeeds.
To purposely pick to inflict their aims.
When so much of what they've done...
Exposes them for what and who they are,
To be revealed to everyone!
And pretentious people I keep distanced.
It's in my DNA.
But I keep my eye on them anyway!
Those folks will betray their mamas.
And will say anything to defend their lies!
And what had been frivolous priorities for some...
Have been replaced by the reality of survival,
That has unmistakably come stun.
Leaving little room to appease deceptions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Look Up At The Sky
…look up at the sky – Oh, do look up at the sky…look up at the sky that stretches in all directions and wherever one may turn…look up at the sky all above and that falls beyond the end of the visible earth…look up at the sky that stretches beyond one’s vision and look beyond the sky into limitless space…
…see, time and care and the narrowness of one’s conditioning confine one and bends one’s mind – as one’s back is bent, and one’s neck is loaded down; and one’s eyes are fixed to the spotlight-defined meters as one stands one’s ground…Oh, but just look up at the sky…
…look up at the sky in the day and see its deep blue…look up at the sky and see the clouds and the sun, and the brilliance and the lack of limits and confines…look up at the sky in the morning and see the sun rise, and behold its wonder and its colors…look up at the sky at twilight and look at it at night with the moon and the stars and the infinite space that stretches beyond…
…look up at the sky and behold its wonders and splendor and its power… look up at the sky and the space beyond and behold its brilliance and limitlessness…
Oh, look up at the sky and the space beyond – and behold the limitlessness of the mind…behold there the infinite stretch of your mind, of the mind…behold the skies and space, and behold the power and glory and the unconfined, unconditioned freedom and brilliance of your mind and your being, of the unconfined mind and of unconditioned being…
poem by Raj Arumugam
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They Are So Right!
...and on the other hand,
You can not treat people with respect
Who are not accustomed to getting it.
These folks are the first to think,
Someone treating them with kindness unexpected...
Either is weak with no backbone,
Or just a fool seeking confirmation!
There are people around like that.
Quick to attack an emerging smile,
On someone's face.
And do their best to replace it.
Even if it means character assassination.
And these are the same folks,
Who wish to meet to discuss pride and unity!
With disbelief,
No one wants to bother!
And in their neighborhoods...
They can not get enough police,
To protect them from their own ignorance.
Or lack of comprehending,
The reasons for their own blight!
They would rather argue about that...
Day and night!
And these are the same folks,
Who wish to meet to discuss pride and unity!
Even though social dysfunctions...
Should be addressed!
And placed high on the list of their priorities!
But 'that' will never be placed on their agenda.
Nor will the divisional self righteousness,
Of their religious beliefs that keep them like this!
Since they will say...
'God has nothing to do with it! '
And...
They are so right!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brilliance
Brilliance.
Some are told they have this,
When identified they may be different.
And then the pressure becomes theirs,
To make others believe and also be aware...
Of brilliance in their presence.
To stare but gone unshared.
Brilliance.
Some are told they have this,
When identified they may be different.
And then the pressure becomes theirs,
To make others believe and also be aware...
Of brilliance in their presence.
To stare but gone unshared.
'Please.
You have me subdued and I am not use to that.
Who are you someone new with no rules attached?
Is there someone here that can remove this person,
Out of my light?
Come show them their dimming significance,
Is not as brilliant as mine and what they do is not alright.
Not in my light!
Please.
You have me subdued and I am not use to that.
Who are you someone new with no rules attached? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Savoir Faire~
He writes of love in the past tense
Of constant winter's full of snow
Of the one who got away...
And the emptiness that he has come to know;
He writes in brilliance when no one is looking
All glitter in a shining reverie
Eliciting such brilliance that 'tis blinding
Tell you, he's got the best of me;
He writes of no one caring...
With a Pavillion full of ardent friends
Adoring, worshiping and longing...
For just one autographed poem from his pen;
Never mind that he is a member of Mensa
Multi-lingual and profound in his choice of words
A gifted teacher and abstract thinker sublime
Believing that no one cares is really quite absurd! ;
poem by Theodora Onken
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a Single Light Beam
Behold the Sun’s Brilliance!
Blinding, hot, penetrating
Emanating countless beams
And thee,
A single light beam
Individual, yet connected
Behold thy brilliance!
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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Flavor and The Taste Of What One Awaits
Those discouraged to grow and flourish,
Will reflect upon the environment represented.
And those who bemoan these conditions,
With no participation given to reverse these affects...
Will discover the senselessness of playing catchup,
When the very basic connection of life has been missed.
There has to be a consistent conscious effort,
Applied constantly...
From a naturalness that thrives and exists.
Or it is not going to happen no matter who insists,
What needs to be strickly enforced...
When that effort of daily discipline,
Has all but been dismissed from the mix of this!
Can a cake be made without flour,
Sugar.
Butter or heat?
Procrastination with impatience to achieve great expectations,
Is similar to plagiarising efforts made by another...
But finding it difficult to sustain an originality gained and maintained.
With a hope no one notices a brilliance introduced,
Is missing and has been as time marches on!
The flavor and the taste of what one awaits is gone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In the Land of Misunderstandings
Who in a population of game players,
Is satisfied with just one sacrifice to commit?
In the land of misunderstandings...
Where folks pray and worship,
An assortment of conflict.
With beliefs the Earth is unfeeling and thoughtless.
Anyone daring to tackle a seriousness,
Unequipped with a heart.
Has no chance to defend against the heartless.
Hoarding stolen wealth.
With gifts to market as they benefit from evilness.
One has to have a lot of heart...
Bite, vigor and vim
To withstand the onslaught of an addicted ignorance.
Folks fight to keep it.
Folks kill to be adorned in it.
Or have it sit proudly...
On their disrespecting lips.
With any admitted identity gone.
On a long
Long
Trip!
Who...
With a clear consciousness,
That hasn't gotten sick to be airlifted...
To undergo a detoxing.
In a population of game players,
Can say...
They have become satisfied,
With just one sacrifice to commit?
In the land of misunderstandings...
Where folks pray and worship,
An assortment of conflict.
Anyone daring to tackle a seriousness,
And unequipped with a heart.
Has no chance to defend against the heartless.
Needed...
Is a pledge to keep a strengthened sanity intact.
Those subjected to emotional flashbacks...
Will not make a good recruit,
To hold these mental monsters back.
They are on the rise!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Unique and Cartoonish
She said 'things' I write about did not exist!
As if she knew my experiences...
And the affects they played on my mind!
Of course I've learned to have patience
With such ignorance.
I identified that immediately on my journey...
And was prepared to respond.
Moving on and feeling blessed...
I am no longer disturbed in rest,
Or protest misunderstandings!
Yet I do know how to remove nonsense
Off my path fast!
There is something about clarity I've learned to enjoy!
And he say-she say-they say mindless crap,
Has graduated my insight with a peace of mind I like!
I grew up with folks disputing truths
Reduced to gossiped innuendos!
Perhaps that is why my writings aren't believed,
As actual occurrences.
The dysfunctions are too unique and cartoonish in application!
However...
My impressions,
Sometimes suppressed by depressions!
And inflicted aggrevation from apartheid oppression...
Still existing in disguise as diversity wishes.
Were not created by Disney and a crew of animators!
Although I admit...
I became quite amused by the busloads of tourists!
And folks still think all that's needed in areas of my birth
Is a few peanuts to exist as they take snapshots...
To prove their 'liberal' sensibilities!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What The World Has Come To Be(travon Martin)
This world is still segregated
Face the facts
We didn't get too far from when martin Luther king Jr. Was alive
Yes races are now working to gethar
But now there is not only still racism
There is now race on race crime
All these thoughts rush through my mind like a ton of brick
The old folks are telling us young folks what's wrong and right
And that we should not fight and kill one another
But it will not stick
And I'm sick of all this! ! !
Why do I always have to worry about getting shot?
If I'm just walking from the store caring a bag o skittles
And an Arizona drink
Why should I die because you think I look suspicious?
But you follow me and kill me because you feel threatened
What sense does that makes?
Can we just all love and look out for each other instead of killing one another?
poem by Alexis pelt
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Rely On Me
Writers: leo sayer & alan tarney
Rely on me
Devil take tomorrow
Take these blues away
Too much pain and sorrow
All our yesterdays
Theres a world a waiting
Where you reap just what you sow
No good contemplating
So come with me and watch it grow
Rely on me
Rely on me
Rely on me
I will set you free
Ill break down the walls and set you free
Moon is bright in my sky
Nightingale sings sweet sweet
Youre the song in my heart
Put your faith in me
Lets not cool the spirit
Waste each others time
Its my world I want you in it
Trust in me and what were sure to find
Rely on me
Rely on me
Rely on me
I will set you free
Ill break down the walls and set you free
Rely on me
Rely on me
Rely on me
I will set you free
Ill break down the walls and set you free
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Focus Folks
You gotta focus folks!
Yesterday it was okay,
To glimpse and run.
Seeing something in passing...
And dismissing it as if,
It wouldn't produce...
A long lasting effectiveness.
Well,
Today it's like this...
Those who believe they have not been at risk,
Are fooling themselves.
They are caught up in it!
You gotta focus folks!
Yesterday it was okay,
To glimpse and run.
Seeing something in passing...
And dismissing it as if,
It wouldn't produce...
A long lasting effectiveness.
By now many have witnessed,
The consequences of their thoughtlessness.
The demise of their quality of life!
And the stupidness of their racistness.
What is going on around them,
Are trappings of their delusions.
To seclude them in some ethnic separateness...
That is ending to bring all into a togetherness.
Regardless who likes it.
This is a fact!
Try to hide from it!
You gotta focus folks!
Yesterday it was okay,
To glimpse and run.
Seeing something in passing...
And dismissing it as if,
It wouldn't produce...
A long lasting effectiveness.
Well,
Today it's like this...
Those who believe they have not been at risk,
Are fooling themselves.
They are caught up in it!
You gotta focus folks!
What is going on is no joke.
And if you had been the kind,
To provoke others and their peace of mind...
You will find yourself,
Soon,
Out of yours!
You gotta focus folks!
Forgive and forget...
And destroy those hate notes!
Rip them up or burn them quick.
A major adjustment of change exists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Power of Prayer
I shared with someone I cared.
And immediately I was told,
My caring was obsolete.
I was told I didn't have to.
I knew then my mind was ill spent.
I didn't have to take it back.
I just let it fade away.
I knew where my caring came from.
They believed it could be salvaged.
As if it could be traded for something better.
Like an upgrade.
Of course they had no idea the power of prayer.
And that's where my caring for them had meant.
But some folks wish not to be that connected.
And who am I to argue with that kind of ego?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For The Ease of It
Some folks say what they do,
For the ease of it.
That is quicker to produce,
Than it is what they've said they've done.
If the mind isn't there with a physical connection.
Produced by faith that takes blood, sweat and tears.
And a spiritual affinity...
That is closer than any blood one my drip,
From that attachment.
Only then can someone say they do something...
Because it is loved.
The others?
They say what they say at social functions,
To impress.
And it shows from a lack of discipline...
Whenever they do what they do is addressed.
The mediocrity of it is a mess!
There is no work ethic that has been expressed,
Or valued.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Fleeting Mind
The brilliance of my fleeting mind
Chimes like voices in foreign caves
It chimes in time - takes me where Im going
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing
Believe it when I pin it down
And thats not hard to forget
With my hands upon my knees
You will steal from my fleeting mind
Remember all our words they are just smoke rings in the rain:
Thats just a poem in brilliant places
But poets, they are too grim
They steal like party thieves from crowded rooms
To rhyme their homes with better places
The brilliance of their minds
Will seek with never knowing
Alone my fleeting mind is knowing
Believe it when I pin it down
And thats not hard to forget
With my thought like sifting leaves
I believe in my fleeting mind.
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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Those Days of Being Reckless
Folks so shallow and low...
You can see right through them.
But they don't know they are shallow and low,
Or the damage done to their illegitimate children.
It's okay to have sex and better if it's good.
It's okay to be irresponsible...
Since no one seems to teach discipline.
And discipline for those lazy,
Is like committing sin!
But those days of being reckless,
Are coming to an end!
A change we all can taste and feel,
Is soon about to begin!
'I thought he would be a nice guy? '
Oh, he is.
He is nice and strict!
And under his leadership...
He is not going to tolerate,
None of this 'sickness' that had addicted.
Did you think because he is Black...
He would allow a continuance of that crap?
Behind that smile is a business man!
And he is not going to have any more of that.
He's going to put millions to work...
As civil servants.
Disciplined and of self worth!
Get ready for The New World Order.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Horse Manure, A Pile Of It
horse manure
a pile of it
avoid it
and walk around it
spray perfume
to cover it
remove it
or complain about it
step in it
then curse it
shovel it
bury it.
Horse manure
a pile of it
collect it
grow flowers
horse manure
make use of it.
poem by Frances May
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